Sofia's POV
"Repeat that," Noah commanded, his voice dropping into an icy register that made the static on the speaker wire sound warm by comparison.
"I said the child is alive, Mr. Smith!" the officer’s breathless voice cracked through the phone screen. "A newborn baby, a girl. The medical tag on her ankle is dated three months ago, stamped with the private emblem of the Saint Jude Medical Center. The woman holding her claims she was ordered to keep the child hidden in the cabin until the foreign transfer cleared!"
The glass of water in my hand slipped from my numb fingers, shattering against the hardwood floor with a sharp, crystalline crash.
Water splashed over my shoes, but I didn't feel the cold. I didn't feel anything except the sudden, violent roar of my own heartbeat pound
